Now I am off to clear my bed of lots of shit from all over the house, curl up in bed and enjoy some aloneness until Boo decides to wake up or DH comes to bed!

But before I go, tomorrow is supposed to be hot and thunderstorms. Remember my bitchy request to rain on that ferals daughters party? Be a love and do the opposite for tomorrow will ya? Just until about 5pm ish. It can bucket down after that (preferably when the feral is getting out of her car…… bwaaa haaa haaa) just fine weather and not hot for the duration of Boo’s birthday extravaganza.

Oh and see if you can squeeze your deity for Boo to hold it together and not have a meltdown during the party?

So there I was, at work. Everything was taken from my desk. I rang IT support and while talking to DH I was chatting to him on IM. That feral mum from school bugging me to use the phone while her snotty nosed kid was wiping her boogers on my nighty. DH was telling me not to tell anyone but my desk was cleared cause I got the job as a nurse in Maternity at the hospital.

‘Wake up Mum. It’s 7 o’clock’

My eyes flew open. SEVEN O’CLOCK!! My alarm didn’t go off!

I flew out of bed and looked at Too. Her eyes were hanging out of her head. Dark circles surrounded her enormous blue eyes.

‘What’s wrong babe?’ I enquired as I threw on some clothes. We need to be dressed and out of the house at 7.55.

‘Boo woke up at 1am. I sat with him cause I know how tired you are’

My heart melted.

‘He went back to sleep at 5.30. Sorry, I fell asleep so I didn’t wake you earlier’

Isn’t she just the best kid you have EVER seen!

What makes it even more betterer is she is in pain. Not better cause she is in pain, I am not that bad a mother, but she thought of me.

She has dermatitis on her feet. They are bleeding it is so bad at the moment. Because of that she is favouring one foot. Because of that she has hurt her ankle. Because of her ankle weakness, yesterday while doing sport she hurt her hip. So her whole lower body is ‘caning’ but she still stayed up all night with her brother because she knew her Mummy was tired.

Oh, Too, you are a super star!

So she is home today. She is not impressed cause she loves school (yeah! I know! A 14 yr old that loves school!) but she is hobbling around the place and I can’t stop smiling and hugging her.

And Moo is pissed off cause SHE wants to be the ‘golden child’. It is her birthday on Friday, and she is trying to score extra points cause apparently that equals extra presents……

We are Mac people. I have a shiny new MacBook (I love you baby), Boo has an iBook, the girls have souped up ‘old school’ coloured Imacs and DH has a mis-match of salvaged Mac’s into a scary looking menagarie of computers that take up a whole wall.

And we all remember the new ipod drama of a couple of weeks ago….

We are so ingrained in our Mac habit that Apple sends us thank you notes. I am thinking of inviting Steve over for Christmas or Hanukkah or whatever he celebrates. Perhaps ‘International Lisa Day’ – first prize to the person that understands that reference! The geeks of Silicon Valley will understand.

So it was no surprise when Too’s school announced the social was to be Heroes and Villians, that Too and her friend J would choose to go as the Ultimate Foes.

Mac v Windows Blue Screen of death.

And did I mention there is rollerblading involved?

J was a little concerned that his ahem, manhood, was a little exposed. Oh and that Too’s looked bigger than his and considering she was a GIRL that wasn’t desirable.

So his mother suggested socks. Lots and lots of socks. Some for Too too.

Here is the back of their capes. They painted them last night while eating J’s 14th birthday cake. Doesn’t J have pretty hair??? For a boy……

Notice the Mac is the Super Hero (well Teh Super Hero – I really don’t get that one!) and Windows is the Super Villian? All is right with the world when we know that the wee Jobbie can save us! (oooh double toilet joke! I am uber juvenile tonight, I blame the cold and flu drugs)

J’s sister was in on the super hero act too. A character from the comic Ctrl+Alt+Delete.

They were all really excited and raring to go until it was time to leave J’s house. Then some of the bravado wore off (not for Too though, my purple haired super freaky daughter couldn’t wait) considering the new revelation that NONE of their other friends were dressing up.

As I was backing out the driveway I could hear J begging his mum to let him take some pants with him – considering he was wearing his sisters tights – and his mum saying:

‘I didn’t spend all that time making your costumes for you to wear jeans…’

You could hear my evil cackle all the way across the town as I drove down the road at the thought of these two rollerblading in their underwear……

Would you care for a side order of humiliation to go with your social suicide?

Thankyou to Moo for photoshopping the ultimate battle for me and the piss weak faces on our hero and villian. Yes she is back from camp, I can’t wait to show you what she bought me!!!

This time 14 years ago I was being prepped by the anesthetist ready to bring you into the world. No makeup, no nailpolish but at least my paper hat matched my gown. Daddy was nervously strutting around waiting to take his position next to me behind the curtain for when, like a magician, the doctor would pull a baby out of his wife.

Throughout my pregnancy I quietly wished that you would be a girl. When people would ask me if I was hoping for a boy, I would wrap my arms around my belly so you couldn’t hear and mouth to them ‘I want another girl’. When the doctor popped you over the curtain, I cried. My baby girl.

I wouldn’t see you till the next day. I was sick, so Daddy had to take care of you. He took so good care of you the Nazi nurse wrote on my file ‘Father overhandling baby. Father not to handle baby’ the other nurses ignored her and saw it for what it was. A proud Daddy.

When we formally met I couldn’t believe the size of your enormous blue eyes. You were mesmerizing. Strangers would stop me in the street to just stare at you. Moo was not impressed. She was, and always will be, the show pony of the family. You would just sit and quietly survey the scenery. Your huge blue eyes and natural Shirely Temple blonde ringlets (Google the name and you will see what I mean)

You slept through the night from 6 weeks old. You were the dream baby that people speak of. Happy and content. Your biggest source of amusement was watching your sister splash in the bath. Oh how I wish I got that almost dirty cackle on video.

But I have the video of when we were madly moving into our newly bought house and you had chicken pox. Dosed up on drugs after a marathon 11 hour drive back from Grandma’s funeral. We were frantically chucking boxes anywhere when I saw you sitting on the pack porch singing Row Row Row your Boat. Daddy grabbed the camera and even though it was 4,ooo degrees in the shade I stopped and smothered you in cuddles. That is my best memory of that frantic, stressful time.

I remember when Carl came over one day when you were on the swings. He hadn’t met you before and commented on how beautiful you were and then you opened your mouth to call ‘Daddy get over here and swing me’ in your surprisingly deep voice, LOL. He nearly fell over and I nearly wet my pants laughing.

You went through an uber tomboy stage. Took the whole thing a little far with your 2 inch long hair and ultra baggy clothes. People told me to dress you properly but I knew it was a stage that you needed to go through and the photos will be great for your 21st…… Sk8r grl.

Now you are 14. In that twilight zone between little girl and woman. As I drove you to the train station this morning clutching your present from Moo and Boo that perfectly reflects the stage you are at now, a soft cuddly toy that you plug your Ipod into, I told you how much I love you. You are my ‘easy’ child and in that respect you tend to get forgotten with all the drama that your siblings and father create. Such an easy going kid, never complaining and just happy to be here. You befriend the friendless, stick up for anyone and are a kind and loving friend and daughter. You adore your brother for who he is and will do anything for him, even if that means turning off your Emo music to go and jump on the trampoline with him or do endless chin ups on the swing set, just because it makes him giggle to see you do it.

You are the sort of person that others aspire to be. I am proud of you. And I hope that I had something to do with moulding you to be the wonderful person that you are, and the amazing woman you will soon become.

Why are you still here? I moved like, last month. Come on. The new blog is here: Magnetoboldtoo.com I will take you over with me. I just popped back to check the mail. Oh, and we will update your feedreader on the way K?

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